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Pain Well

April 29, 2021

That sunny day I stepped upon a shell,

Its bitter clam’s edge digging in my sole.

I remembered why we pain, remembered well.

 

So I dug in deeper, dug deeper still,

My foot on the shard in the fleeting hole,

That sunny day I stepped upon the shell.

 

I learned that pain is the oldest well

That echoes ever what the serpent stole.

I remembered why we pain, remembered well.

 

I remembered pain is not the greatest hell

Made to trap and stunt the hapless soul

That day I crushed the fallen shell.

 

I, too, was crushed (spent) and spilled

Out my longing for a better shore, this toll

Taken by pain’s memory, remembered well.

 

To forget the pain is only not to feel at all

The part left out of who I am, the whole.

That day I stepped, I stepped upon my shell,

I found purpose for my pain. Remember it well.

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